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Summary - The Leverage team pesters Eliot about why he hasn’t asked you out.
Word Count -1,585
Warnings - Cussing and making out
A/N - I watched Leverage and Leverage: Redemption and now I’m in love with Eliot Spencer. Thanks to @admiralprawn for beta reading! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
Will you stop?!” Eliot barked at Parker as she poked at the fresh bruise on his face.
“Does that hurt?” she smirked as she continued poking him.
“Yes!” he hissed and dodged her finger.
You laughed as you made your way to the Leverage team’s regular table.
“And I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy,” you teased.
Parker, Hardison, and Sophie cheered, happy to see you. Nate smiled and raised his glass to you.
“I don’t see you for weeks and you’re already bustin’ my balls,” Eliot rolled his eyes playfully.
“Hey, don’t start. I was here. YOU were the one off doing something super secret and shady,” you said and sat down next to him.
You met Eliot at a farmers market a few years ago and the two of you struck up an unlikely friendship. You were a completely normal person with a completely normal office job and Eliot was, well, Eliot. You gradually got to know the other Leverage members and became friends with them too. Much to Eliot’s chagrin.
“I’m getting the next round. Y/N, what can I get ya?” Nate asked.
You requested your usual and offered to get the round after.
“You come into some money recently?” Eliot joked.
“Fuck you, I’m very important. But if you don’t want me to buy you a drink because you’re afraid I’ll emasculate you, just say so,” you teased.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m very secure in my masculinity,” he smirked.
“Ew,” Hardison grimaced. “You nasty.”
Eliot gave him a disapproving look.
Nate returned with the drinks and sat down. “So, Y/N. What have you been doing with yourself while we were away?”
“Oh, you know. Same ol’ same ol’. Just working and waiting for my much more interesting friends to get back from their mysterious adventures.”
Eliot watched you laugh at Sophie and Parker’s stories. Smiled as you jokingly prodded Nate to let you join Leverage and was amazed when you understood Hardison’s geeky references and when you threw out some of your own. He was mesmerized by you.
“How did things go with that handsome photographer?” Sophie asked.
Eliot was jerked from his reverie and looked from Sophie to you, “W…what photographer?”
“Just some blind date who turned out to be a total douche canoe,” you answered.
“What happened?” Sophie asked.
“He talked about himself the entire date and didn’t ask me anything about myself. When I would interject with something I thought was interesting he said ‘yeah, great’ and would go back to talking about himself,” you shrugged.
“What a bastard!” Sophie said, shaking her head.
“Tell me where he lives and I can steal some of his stuff!” Parker offered.
“That’s sweet of you but I’m okay,” you laughed.
“Oh, the kicker was he said I must be frigid because I didn’t want to go home with him!” you said, rolling your eyes.
Eliot shook his head, “What’s his name? I just want to talk to him.”
“Don’t get all macho on me, Spencer. He’s not worth it,” you patted his arm. “But thanks.”
“Anytime,” Eliot smiled.
A while later Nate called it a night, you and Eliot moved to the bar, while Sophie, Hardison, and Parker stayed at the table.
“He is clearly into her,” Sophie said as she watched you and Eliot laugh. “Look at the way he can’t take his eyes off of her and how he subtly touches her. And she clearly adores him. Look at the way she leans into him every so often and how softly she looks at him-”
“Oh definitely,” Hardison nodded.
“Yeah,” Parker said.
“Do you know what we’re talking about?” Hardison asked her.
“Y...yeah. No. What are we talking about?” she asked, a serious look on her face.
“Parker, we’re talking about how much Eliot and Y/N like each other,” Sophie explained.
“OH! Like the way Hardison and I like each other and the way you and Nate like each other but we’re not supposed to talk about it,” she said gleefully.
Hardison shook his head in disbelief, “You almost got it.”
Eliot walked into the Leverage headquarters with a soft smile on his face after putting you in a cab.
“Man, I don’t know why you just don’t ask her out,” Hardison said, not looking up from pouring himself a glass of Squeeze orange soda.
“Hardison, don’t start,” Eliot sighed.
“What? I’m just saying a woman that fine, smart, and funny is not going to stay single for long.”
“Just leave it alone.”
“So you just going to continue being all broody like Bruce Wayne minus the money?”
“You don’t know how much money I have,” Eliot raised his eyebrows.
“You forget I’m an expert hacker and know almost everything about you,” Hardison raised an eyebrow. “Like I don’t know how much money you got. Please,” he grumbled while walking back to his room.
Eliot smiled at his successful attempt at annoying Hardison and made his way to his room. It’s not like he never thought about asking you out–he had. This just happened to be the one area in his life where he wasn’t confident.
A couple of days later the Leverage crew found themselves on a mission in Prague. A low life pharmaceutical giant was holding a swanky party at his vacation home. Sophie and Eliot posed as guests and pretended to mingle at the bar while Parker stole the evidence they needed with Hardison’s help in the van. Nate was distracting the mark with a fake business proposition.
“Will Y/N be joining us for a drink after this is over?” Sophie asked Eliot before sipping her drink.
“I don’t know, I guess,” Eliot kept an eye on the security detail and looked for any sign that they’d been made.
“She really is lovely. Have you ever thought about asking her out?” she smirked.
“Not you too?! Hardison was bustin’ my chops about this too,” he groaned.
“Damn right, I was!” Hardision chimed in.
“She’s attractive, funny, smart, and seems to like you. Quelle horror!” Sophie gave Eliot a pointed look.
“I don’t have time to talk about this right now, security has noticed something. Parker, whatever you’re doing, do it fast. Nate, keep distracting the mark. I’ll distract security,” Eliot directed.
On the way back from the Prague mission, Parker flopped down next to Eliot.
“How ya doin’?” she asked.
“I’m fine, Parker.”
“You know, I think I know why you haven’t said you like Y/N. It’s like when I was afraid to like Hardison because I didn’t know how to be with someone. But I didn’t have to know because all I had to do was keep doing what we normally did.”
“That actually makes sense,” he said, impressed.
“I have my moments,” Parker grinned and bumped his shoulder.
The team had been back for a few hours and Eliot was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Nate entered with a mug of something.
“No, no, not you too, dammit,” Eliot shook his head.
“Not me too, what?”
“Don’t ask me why I haven’t asked Y/N out.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to,” Nate scoffed. “But since you mentioned it, why haven’t you?”
Eliot sighed and braced himself on the kitchen island. “Because she looks at me like I hung the damn moon and I never want her to stop looking at me like that.”
“Ah,” Nate nodded. “You don’t feel like you deserve her.”
“The things I’ve done and what we do now come at a cost. I’ve lost people because I couldn’t do my job and be with them. I’ve been with a civilian before and told them vaguely about what I do and they’ve bolted. I can’t risk that happening with her,” Eliot sighed.
“I think she’s stronger than you give her credit for and might surprise you. Think about it,” Nate said and walked away, leaving Eliot with his thoughts.
A few days after the Prague mission you met Eliot and the others at the bar. At the end of the night Eliot waited outside with you for your Uber.
“Y/N, I want to ask you somethin’,” Eliot said as he pulled the collar of his coat closed to shield himself from the frigid Boston air.
“Shoot.”
“I..My job is…” he paused and gathered his thoughts. “I feel like there is something between us and I can’t tell you about my job but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance and go out on a date with me.”
“It took you long enough,” you smiled. “I thought I was going to have to ask you out myself.”
“You had me agonizing over this the whole time and you knew I liked you!” he laughed.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious that we like each other.”
“Unbelievable!” he rolled his eyes and then pulled you close. “Can I kiss you?”
“Absolutely,” you smiled.
Eliot placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you softly. When you sighed he kissed you a little deeper. Your arms tightened around him as you whimpered. He pulled back and brushed his lips against yours. You opened your eyes as he caressed your cheek with his thumb and nudged your nose with his. You both turned when you heard noise at the glass behind you. Hardison, Parker, and Sophie were knocking on the glass and cheering.
“I’m going to kill them,” Eliot said as you laughed and buried your face in his coat.
Okay, my awesome friend @spinsterlocity-writes has done it again, this time with an amazing Eliot (from Leverage) fanfic. I cannot WAIT to read more!!!
Summary - The Leverage team pesters Eliot about why he hasn’t asked you out.
Word Count -1,585
Warnings - Cussing and making out
A/N - I watched Leverage and Leverage: Redemption and now I’m in love with Eliot Spencer. Thanks to @admiralprawn for beta reading! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
Will you stop?!” Eliot barked at Parker as she poked at the fresh bruise on his face.
“Does that hurt?” she smirked as she continued poking him.
“Yes!” he hissed and dodged her finger.
You laughed as you made your way to the Leverage team’s regular table.
“And I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy,” you teased.
Parker, Hardison, and Sophie cheered, happy to see you. Nate smiled and raised his glass to you.
“I don’t see you for weeks and you’re already bustin’ my balls,” Eliot rolled his eyes playfully.
“Hey, don’t start. I was here. YOU were the one off doing something super secret and shady,” you said and sat down next to him.
You met Eliot at a farmers market a few years ago and the two of you struck up an unlikely friendship. You were a completely normal person with a completely normal office job and Eliot was, well, Eliot. You gradually got to know the other Leverage members and became friends with them too. Much to Eliot’s chagrin.
“I’m getting the next round. Y/N, what can I get ya?” Nate asked.
You requested your usual and offered to get the round after.
“You come into some money recently?” Eliot joked.
“Fuck you, I’m very important. But if you don’t want me to buy you a drink because you’re afraid I’ll emasculate you, just say so,” you teased.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m very secure in my masculinity,” he smirked.
“Ew,” Hardison grimaced. “You nasty.”
Eliot gave him a disapproving look.
Nate returned with the drinks and sat down. “So, Y/N. What have you been doing with yourself while we were away?”
“Oh, you know. Same ol’ same ol’. Just working and waiting for my much more interesting friends to get back from their mysterious adventures.”
Eliot watched you laugh at Sophie and Parker’s stories. Smiled as you jokingly prodded Nate to let you join Leverage and was amazed when you understood Hardison’s geeky references and when you threw out some of your own. He was mesmerized by you.
“How did things go with that handsome photographer?” Sophie asked.
Eliot was jerked from his reverie and looked from Sophie to you, “W…what photographer?”
“Just some blind date who turned out to be a total douche canoe,” you answered.
“What happened?” Sophie asked.
“He talked about himself the entire date and didn’t ask me anything about myself. When I would interject with something I thought was interesting he said ‘yeah, great’ and would go back to talking about himself,” you shrugged.
“What a bastard!” Sophie said, shaking her head.
“Tell me where he lives and I can steal some of his stuff!” Parker offered.
“That’s sweet of you but I’m okay,” you laughed.
“Oh, the kicker was he said I must be frigid because I didn’t want to go home with him!” you said, rolling your eyes.
Eliot shook his head, “What’s his name? I just want to talk to him.”
“Don’t get all macho on me, Spencer. He’s not worth it,” you patted his arm. “But thanks.”
“Anytime,” Eliot smiled.
A while later Nate called it a night, you and Eliot moved to the bar, while Sophie, Hardison, and Parker stayed at the table.
“He is clearly into her,” Sophie said as she watched you and Eliot laugh. “Look at the way he can’t take his eyes off of her and how he subtly touches her. And she clearly adores him. Look at the way she leans into him every so often and how softly she looks at him-”
“Oh definitely,” Hardison nodded.
“Yeah,” Parker said.
“Do you know what we’re talking about?” Hardison asked her.
“Y...yeah. No. What are we talking about?” she asked, a serious look on her face.
“Parker, we’re talking about how much Eliot and Y/N like each other,” Sophie explained.
“OH! Like the way Hardison and I like each other and the way you and Nate like each other but we’re not supposed to talk about it,” she said gleefully.
Hardison shook his head in disbelief, “You almost got it.”
Eliot walked into the Leverage headquarters with a soft smile on his face after putting you in a cab.
“Man, I don’t know why you just don’t ask her out,” Hardison said, not looking up from pouring himself a glass of Squeeze orange soda.
“Hardison, don’t start,” Eliot sighed.
“What? I’m just saying a woman that fine, smart, and funny is not going to stay single for long.”
“Just leave it alone.”
“So you just going to continue being all broody like Bruce Wayne minus the money?”
“You don’t know how much money I have,” Eliot raised his eyebrows.
“You forget I’m an expert hacker and know almost everything about you,” Hardison raised an eyebrow. “Like I don’t know how much money you got. Please,” he grumbled while walking back to his room.
Eliot smiled at his successful attempt at annoying Hardison and made his way to his room. It’s not like he never thought about asking you out–he had. This just happened to be the one area in his life where he wasn’t confident.
A couple of days later the Leverage crew found themselves on a mission in Prague. A low life pharmaceutical giant was holding a swanky party at his vacation home. Sophie and Eliot posed as guests and pretended to mingle at the bar while Parker stole the evidence they needed with Hardison’s help in the van. Nate was distracting the mark with a fake business proposition.
“Will Y/N be joining us for a drink after this is over?” Sophie asked Eliot before sipping her drink.
“I don’t know, I guess,” Eliot kept an eye on the security detail and looked for any sign that they’d been made.
“She really is lovely. Have you ever thought about asking her out?” she smirked.
“Not you too?! Hardison was bustin’ my chops about this too,” he groaned.
“Damn right, I was!” Hardision chimed in.
“She’s attractive, funny, smart, and seems to like you. Quelle horror!” Sophie gave Eliot a pointed look.
“I don’t have time to talk about this right now, security has noticed something. Parker, whatever you’re doing, do it fast. Nate, keep distracting the mark. I’ll distract security,” Eliot directed.
On the way back from the Prague mission, Parker flopped down next to Eliot.
“How ya doin’?” she asked.
“I’m fine, Parker.”
“You know, I think I know why you haven’t said you like Y/N. It’s like when I was afraid to like Hardison because I didn’t know how to be with someone. But I didn’t have to know because all I had to do was keep doing what we normally did.”
“That actually makes sense,” he said, impressed.
“I have my moments,” Parker grinned and bumped his shoulder.
The team had been back for a few hours and Eliot was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Nate entered with a mug of something.
“No, no, not you too, dammit,” Eliot shook his head.
“Not me too, what?”
“Don’t ask me why I haven’t asked Y/N out.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to,” Nate scoffed. “But since you mentioned it, why haven’t you?”
Eliot sighed and braced himself on the kitchen island. “Because she looks at me like I hung the damn moon and I never want her to stop looking at me like that.”
“Ah,” Nate nodded. “You don’t feel like you deserve her.”
“The things I’ve done and what we do now come at a cost. I’ve lost people because I couldn’t do my job and be with them. I’ve been with a civilian before and told them vaguely about what I do and they’ve bolted. I can’t risk that happening with her,” Eliot sighed.
“I think she’s stronger than you give her credit for and might surprise you. Think about it,” Nate said and walked away, leaving Eliot with his thoughts.
A few days after the Prague mission you met Eliot and the others at the bar. At the end of the night Eliot waited outside with you for your Uber.
“Y/N, I want to ask you somethin’,” Eliot said as he pulled the collar of his coat closed to shield himself from the frigid Boston air.
“Shoot.”
“I..My job is…” he paused and gathered his thoughts. “I feel like there is something between us and I can’t tell you about my job but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance and go out on a date with me.”
“It took you long enough,” you smiled. “I thought I was going to have to ask you out myself.”
“You had me agonizing over this the whole time and you knew I liked you!” he laughed.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious that we like each other.”
“Unbelievable!” he rolled his eyes and then pulled you close. “Can I kiss you?”
“Absolutely,” you smiled.
Eliot placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you softly. When you sighed he kissed you a little deeper. Your arms tightened around him as you whimpered. He pulled back and brushed his lips against yours. You opened your eyes as he caressed your cheek with his thumb and nudged your nose with his. You both turned when you heard noise at the glass behind you. Hardison, Parker, and Sophie were knocking on the glass and cheering.
“I’m going to kill them,” Eliot said as you laughed and buried your face in his coat.
Now that my Leonard McCoy x Female Reader series, High-Jinx and Neal Caffrey x Female Reader story Worlds Collide have been posted I’m all out of WIPs and have no idea what to write next! I’m taking suggestions that will help me get the old creative juices flowing again. Please keep in mind that these won’t be requests because I’m too slow a writer for that. What kinds of things are you interested in reading? If the scenario and characters strike my fancy they just may end up being a WIP. See below for a list of fandoms that I’d be willing to write for and things I don’t feel comfortable writing.
I need the MCU fandom’s help to find a fanfic I was reading but lost because the damn page refreshed! It’s an eventual Bucky x Reader series. Here’s what I remember about what I read:
The reader character has escaped from Hydra.
Because of experiments done while held prisoner the reader can create fire.
The Avengers are trying to find the reader before Hydra does.
Tony refers to the reader as Firebug while trying to track their movements.
Bucky and the reader kind of cross paths after the events of The Winter Soldier.
The reader ends up in a little town in Colorado.
If someone could tell me the title of the series or the author, I’d really appreciate it.
Summary - You have to go grocery shopping with Sam and Bucky and things get ridiculous.
Word Count - 744
Warnings - Swearing, Adults acting like imbeciles
A/N - Another excellent prompt by @widdershinny
Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
You were enjoying a rare free day in the Avengers compound by lounging on a couch in the common room, stuffing your face with your favorite snacks, and binge watching your current TV obsession. It was perfect. And then it was ruined.
“Yo, Y/N! You, me and Barnes are on grocery store duty,” Sam said as he stood in front of the TV. “We leave in 15 minutes.”
You shooed him away from the TV. “You know, you make a better door than a window. Besides, it’s my first free day in ages! You’re looking at my plans for it.”
Sam plopped down on the couch next to you and gave you a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Y/N/N. The site we order from is down and we need food STAT.”
You threw your head back dramatically. “Fine!” You groaned. As you were getting up, Bucky came into the room.
“Personally, I like going to the grocery store,” he said.
Sam looked at him incredulously. “You would, ya weirdo.”
“What?! The produce that gets delivered is meh in my book,” Bucky answered.
“Your face is a meh book,” Sam mumbled under his breath.
“Whatever, you know I’m right.” Bucky shrugged. “Plus, I don’t like strangers handling my plums.”
“There’s a joke in there somewhere and I’m going to leave you guys to find it.” You laughed. “I’ll change and we can go.”
Thank you so much! Assuming the only reason the reader is needed is to keep Bucky and Sam in line is a safe bet. Maybe the reader says run so they don’t end up on the news “AVENGERS MAKE A SCENE AT A LOCAL MARKET! STORY AT ELEVEN!” It’s easier for FRIDAY to show the footage than to have the reader explain. They’re probably tired from all of Bucky and Sam’s jackassery. I love the reaction gifs you chose, especially the Gibbs head slap! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and your comments always make me smile!
I want to thank all of you wonderful writers that share your amazing works with us. I hope that you all know how much happiness & joy that you have given to me & I’m sure so many others. Getting to read your fantastic stories have put so many smiles on my face & have made my days so much brighter. I’m sending out love to all of you, REALLY THANK YOU ALLL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!! You are all FABULOUS!!!!! Here are some of the terrific writers that I have read from this past year,
And I hope that if you haven’t check out their work you do, I’d highly recommend them & so many others on here. It would take forever to list all the wonderful & talented writers on here, but I really want to thank each & every one of you that post on here, because you have given me so much joy!!! All of
And I love & appreciate you all so much🤗🤗🥰🥰😍😍❤️❤️!!!!!
Characters - Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Gender Neutral Reader, feat. Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson
Summary - You blow off some steam with Natasha and Wanda by day drinking and making fun of Hallmark movies.
Word Count - 482
Warnings - swearing, day drinking, making fun of Hallmark movies.
A/N - Thanks again to @widdershinny for another excellent prompt!
Natasha snorted as she shoved a handful of candy in her mouth.
“Now, I ask you. Would you leave your well paying job for some boring asshat that runs a Christmas tree farm two days after meeting him?” she questioned with her mouth full.
“No. And don’t talk with your mouth full,” you laughed.
“You don’t think I look good like this?” she asked and smiled, revealing her chocolate covered teeth.
Wanda cackled and tried not to spill her drink.
“Why are you like this?” you laughed and shook your head.
“You know you love me,” Natasha smiled and laid her head on your shoulder.
“He’s not even that cute! I bet he’s terrible in bed,” Wanda laughed and took a sip of her drink.
“Yeah! Like he does that jackhammer thing and thinks he’s the shit!” you snickered.
“I bet he makes the face,” Natasha said and demonstrated the most ridiculous orgasm face.
The three of you erupted into boisterous laughs as Bucky and Sam entered the room.
“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked, sneaking some chips from a bowl in Wanda’s lap.
“Drunken Hallmark movie marathon,” Natasha answered.
“It’s our day after Thanksgiving tradition. We drink, eat a bunch of junk food and make fun of these movies,” you said biting a Twizzler as punctuation.
“What’s a Hallmark movie?” Bucky asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“Bland romantic claptrap,” Natasha smiled, ”and I love it,” she laughed.
“The whitest shit ever,” you replied with a nod.
“Harmless love stories usually involving an uptight woman from the city with a high powered job and some small town local she knows from high school or meets by chance. After some snide remarks and a misunderstanding they fall in love, in usually under a week, ” Wanda answered and popped a chocolate in her mouth.
“Why would you subject yourselves to this?” Sam asked, his brow furrowed.
“We see so much shit, Sam,” you sighed. “Making fun of some harmless fluff makes us feel human. It’s nice to have a tradition that makes us feel normal,” you said.
“I get that,” Sam said and rubbed your shoulder.
“Some people go Black Friday shopping. We do this,” Natasha said patting your knee comfortingly.
“Enjoy your weird movies, we gotta go,” Bucky nodded to Sam.
“Where are you two off to?” Wanda asked.
“We found a dollar theater that’s showing Hobbs and Shaw so we’re going to see that,” Sam beamed.
“Again?!” Natasha, Wanda, and you asked in unison.
“Yes, again!” Bucky said. “That shit’s awesome!” he said getting up from the arm of the couch.
“Have fun!” you called out as Sam and Bucky left.
“Oh look! Another one’s starting!” Wanda said, getting comfortable.
“Ten bucks the main lady gets called too career focused!” Natasha laughed.
“Too easy! I’m calling a kid wise beyond their years,” you chuckled.
You’re so sweet! Thank you so much for reading and your awesome comments! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I wrote this because when I visit my family for Christmas, I’m subjected to Hallmark movies because my mom loves them and I think it’s cute. They aren’t my thing but I see why people enjoy them. I thought some of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes might enjoy some harmless fluffy movies with some drinks haha.
Summary - The team meets for an early breakfast and they are not happy.
Word Count - 554
Warnings - Swearing
A/N: Thanks to @widdershinny for the excellent prompt of The Avengers having a big breakfast!
“Mornin’ everyone!” Steve greeted his fellow Avengers as he strolled into the kitchen, way too chipper for the ungodly hour. The team replied with a grumble here, a half-hearted wave there, and he could have sworn a raised middle finger.
“Rogers, what the hell is so important you insisted on breakfast at stupid o’ clock?” Nat asked as she spread cream cheese on a bagel.
Steve grabbed a plate and looked over the impressive spread on the kitchen island.
“It’s 7:00am, Nat.” He loaded his plate with eggs, bacon, and mini muffins.
“It’s god damn Saturday!” Bucky groused.
“So, I’ve been up since 5:00.” Steve smirked.
“That’s because you’re a lunatic,” Bucky retorted. You winked at him and shot him a finger gun. He nodded in return.
“Okay, okay. We’re doing team building today!” Steve said like an over excited child practically bouncing in his seat.
More grumbles, groans, and you gotta be kidding me’s echoed around the kitchen. Sam threw a grape at Steve’s head and exclaimed “Come on, man!”
“It’s gonna be fun!” Steve defended himself.
“Yeah, in the ways colonoscopies are fun.” Tony snorted.
“I’m going to beat you to death with your own shoe, Steven!” You threatened.
“C’mon, Y/N. It’s gonna be great. We’re gonna play games, solve puzzles, and get to know each other better,” Steve replied with a goofy grin and a light poke in your side.
You side eyed him and speared some hash browns with your fork. “We know each other plenty,” You sassed, and stuffed some hash browns into your mouth.
Clint swiped a piece of bacon from Natasha’s plate while making his way to the coffee pot for yet another refill. “Couldn’t we have done this at a normal hour, like, I don’t know lunch time?!” She swatted his hand away with a playful glare.
“To be fair, you usually have lunch at 4:00 when left to your own devices.” You laughed. Clint stuck his tongue out at you in response.
“Excuse me for wanting us to have breakfast as a family for once!” Steve whined.
“Did this bitch just try and guilt trip us like someone’s mom?!” You cackled.
Sam nodded, “Yep, he just went total mom friend on us. Again.”
“Alright, alright,” Tony said, stretching, “Let’s get this over with. Drinks are on me afterwards.”
“Okay, everyone. Outside! The first game is leading your partner around an obstacle course blindfolded.” Steve announced with a grin.
“I hope you have the med bay on standby. I have a feeling this is going to be a disaster.” You said as you made your way out of the kitchen.”
“Why do I feel like that was aimed at me?” Clint asked over his shoulder.
You smiled. “Because it was. Nice pun, by the way. Aimed. Get it? Because you use a bow and arrow.”
Clint waited for you to catch up with him, put you in a headlock and have you a noogie. “You’re such a dork!” He laughed.
As Steve trailed behind he smiled, thankful for his rag-tag group of friends. He was pulled from his sentimental reverie when a plastic pink ball smacked him in the middle of his forehead.
“Head’s up!“ Bucky yelled.
“God dammit, Buck!” Steve yelled and took off in a sprint after his best friend.
OH. MY. GOD. Your comments made my day!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! In my mind The Avengers are a group of lovable idiots when they have downtime. Steve is totally the mom friend of the group and the others make fun of him for it. I’m glad you liked the reader character’s smart ass remarks, they are definitely a little shit. Thanks so much for reading and the sweet comments!
Summary - You go on a first date with Neal but crime never takes a day off.
Word Count - 2,521
Warnings - Probably a wildly inaccurate FBI HR fraternization policy, Swearing, Making out
Disclaimer-I don't own Neal Caffrey or White Collar, I just write for fun.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
A/N - Sequel to The Swing of Things
@pepper-flower: It's finally here! :-)
A cup of coffee suddenly appeared in front of you, breaking your concentration on the paperwork for a recent operation. You looked up to see Neal grinning at you.
“I’m really looking forward to tonight,” he whispered and took a sip of his own coffee.
“Me too,” you smiled, lips hovering near the lid of your cup.
It had been two weeks since Neal asked you out after the swinger club bust. Work kept getting in the way and your date had to be rescheduled multiple times. Fate was seemingly smiling down on the two of you because it was 4:00pm and Peter hadn’t summoned the team to the conference room. You crossed your fingers your luck would hold.
You and Neal stood in front of a large abstract art piece. It was oddly soothing with its blue, white, and gray streaks and swirls. You were wondering what it represented to the artist when you heard Neal whisper, “It can’t be.” You turned to ask him what he was talking about but he was making his way across the room. He stopped in front of a medium sized portrait of a woman laying on a bed, her naked body covered by a strategically placed sheet. Neal was studying every inch of the painting when you reached him. He stepped closer beside you and put his arm around your waist.
“This painting’s a forgery,” he said in a hushed voice.
“What? No, you’ve got to be kidding. Please say you’re kidding,” you whispered.
“I’m not. Not only was this painting presumed destroyed years ago but the brush strokes on the vase are wrong,” he brought you closer to the painting. “The brush strokes in the painting are meticulous but the ones just here, near the flower on the vase look rushed,” he pointed to the general area of the vase on the dresser in the painting.
“Okay, let’s just try to act natural and finish looking at the exhibit. We’ll figure out what to do about this later,” you sighed.
“This is not what I was hoping would happen on our first date,” Neal chuckled and rubbed your upper back in apology.
“What were you hoping would happen?” you smirked.
“Enjoying this exhibit, which I am. Having a nice dinner, some flirting, and maybe a kiss,” he answered with a dazzling smile.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about the nice dinner after we’re done here,” you smiled.
You sat across from Neal in a lovely Italian restaurant and all you could think about was how to tell Peter what you and Neal discovered.
“And then I shot him,” Neal said nonchalantly, adjusting the napkin in his lap.
“What?!” you exclaimed, your gaze snapping to his.
“So you are with me?” he smirked.
“I’m sorry, I just keep wondering what we’re going to tell Peter tomorrow. We’ll have to tell him we were on a date and I have no idea how he’s going to react,” you took a sip of your wine.
“He might be a little surprised but I think he’ll be fine. He might blame me for steering you to the dark side though,” he winked.
“He’s definitely going to blame you,” you chuckled.
“Can we have a normal dinner now?” he asked as he covered his hand with yours.
“Yes. I’m sorry,” a mischievous grin lit up your face. “I know! Let’s play the question game!”
Neal smiled and shifted in his seat, “I don’t know.”
“Oh come on! I won’t ask you anything that will make you incriminate yourself,” you promised.
“Okay, fine but I get to ask the first question,” he chuckled.
“Okay, shoot.”
Neal took a sip of wine and looked at you seriously. “What is a food that you hate?”
Without missing a beat you replied, “Eggs, I can’t stand them.”
His mouth dropped open in surprise, "How can you hate eggs?! They’re in almost everything!”
“If it’s a base ingredient in something that’s baked, I’m fine. But you’re never going to see me straight up eat an egg or something where egg is a prominent ingredient. My turn. Who was your first non-celebrity crush as a kid?”
“Brittany Nicole. She wouldn’t give me the time of day because I had a gap in my front teeth,” he wistfully smiled.
“No offense but Brittany Nicole sounds like an asshole,” you laughed. “I bet you were adorable! I’m biased though, one of my best friends in second grade had a gap in his teeth and I thought he was cute.”
“Did you have a crush on him?” Neal gave you a knowing look.
“Is that your second question or just a follow up?” you pushed your plate a little away from you.
“Just a follow up.”
“No. I was 7, I thought he was cute the way a puppy is cute,” you laughed.
The rest of your date flew by thanks to a couple rounds of the question game and you ended the night with gelato on the walk back to your apartment.
“Well, this is me,” you said, gesturing to the door of your building.
“I had a great time. Can we go out again?” Neal smiled and moved closer to you.
“I’d like that,” you whispered and shifted your weight to the outside of one of your feet.
He glanced down at your lips, “Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” you teased.
Neal looked deep into your eyes as his hands cupped your face. He softly brushed his lips against yours, then pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, firm kiss. He pecked your lips once before he pulled back. You opened your eyes, dazed from the sweet gesture.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you cleared your throat as you unlocked the door.
“See you tomorrow,” he smiled with a quick little wave, you shyly waved back and shut the door. Neal waited until you were inside before making his way home.
The next morning you reached your desk and smiled at the to go cup of coffee sitting on your desk. You took a sip and walked over to Neal’s desk.
“Thank you for the coffee,” you smiled.
“You’re welcome. Should we get this over with and tell Peter?”
You took a deep breath, “No time like the present I guess.”
Peter looked from you to Neal and back again then rubbed his temples.
“Let me get this straight. You two were on a date, went to a gallery and you-“ he pointed at Neal “discovered one of the paintings was a fake,” he sighed.
“That about sums it up,” Neal grinned.
“No, no. You don’t get to look smug,” Peter groused. “You know you have to disclose your relationship to the Bureau,” he looked at you.
“This is us disclosing. I wasn’t going to bother with it if it was just one date but it looks like it’s going to be more than that because he’s not terrible company,” you smiled.
“Gee, thanks!” Neal laughed. “Peter, you should be happy, I bought us a case!”
“We’ll present the case to the team tomorrow, now get out of my office and go file your disclosure with HR,” Peter waved you and Neal out of his office.
“That went better than I thought it would,” you said as you walked down the stairs from Peter’s office.
“I told you it’d be alright,” Neal smiled. “Why don’t we fill out our disclosure paperwork during lunch?”
“Sounds good. You grab lunch and I’ll grab the forms and we’ll meet in the park?”
The rest of the day passed quickly after your lunch with Neal. You spent the afternoon with Peter and Neal putting the case file together for the presentation to the team. On your way out you knocked on Peter’s door.
“Y/N, what can I do for you?” he motioned for you to have a seat.
“Neal and I were talking and we were wondering if we could keep our being on a date out of the presentation tomorrow. It’s new and we don’t want to make things awkward,” you said nervously.
“Of course! As long as you act professionally during work hours there’s no need for your budding relationship to be discussed.”
“Thanks, boss,” you joked with a smile.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he laughed.
You chuckled, “Well, this should make up for it. Neal doesn’t know what I’m going to say if the team asks why we were at the gallery together. I’m planning on saying he badgered me until I caved just to see the look on his face.”
“You’re right, that does make me feel better!” Peter grinned.
“Night, Peter!”
“Night, Y/N”.
The next morning Peter summoned the team to the conference room and began briefing them on the case.
“Lorraine in the Morning by Jonathan Marsh is a suspected forgery in the Coleman Gallery,” Peter gestured to the image on the conference room screen.
“Suspected by whom?” Jones asked.
“By me!” Neal grinned.
“Wait, how were you allowed in an art gallery?” Diana asked, an eyebrow raised.
“I was in the company of an FBI agent. Agent Y/LN if I’m being exact,” he answered, the grin never leaving his face.
You were going to kill the little shit for trying to embarrass and fluster you.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop talking about it so I took him just to shut him up,” you answered nonchalantly.
Neal’s jaw dropped in faux offense.
“Right,” Diana answered, not quite convinced.
“What makes you think this is a forgery?” Jones asked.
“The brushwork on a small section of the vase is all wrong. It seems rushed and Marsh was known for his precise, controlled brushwork. And this painting was presumed destroyed years ago,” Neal answered.
“Creating the perfect market for collectors,” Peter interjected. “Any ideas on how we prove it?” he asked the group.
“What if I pose as an expert forger and fence?”
“You are an expert forger,” Peter pointed out.
Neal rolled his eyes and continued, “The gallery owner and authenticator have to be working with a forger. If we can round them all up by getting to admit how they forged the piece while committing another crime on tape, that’s a win.”
“Neal, put some feelers out to see if you can get a line on who the forger is. Y/LN, see if you can find out anything about the authenticator. The rest of you look into the gallery owner. I want financials and anything that may show they’ve done this before,” Peter instructed and the team filed out of the conference room.
The op to bust the forgery ring at the Coleman Gallery took 3 weeks. Peter posed as a hot shot financier looking to show off to new colleagues with a pricey piece of art. The authenticator, gallery owner, and forger were arrested and turned on each other during their interrogations. To celebrate Neal invited you to his place for dinner and a movie.
You were engrossed in the quirky indie film when you felt the feather light brush of Neal’s lips on your neck. You closed your eyes and swallowed hard.
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” you teased.
“I’d rather pay attention to you.”
Neal kissed under your ear and you sighed, “We can always finish it another time.”
“Mmhm,” he kissed along your jaw and pressed his lips to yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he shifted so you were laying on your back. He deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing yours. Your fingers ran through his hair and he moaned into your mouth. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck. His soft hair tickled your cheek and jaw sending shivers up your spine. You whined and felt him smirk against your neck. He unbuttoned the first button of your shirt and kissed the hollow of your throat.
“Is this okay?” he asked, stroking the base of your throat.
“Yes,” you breathed.
He nodded against you and unbuttoned another button. You pulled at his shirt near the waistband of his pants and ran your hands up and down the soft skin of his back. He shuddered and groaned, kissing the tops of your breasts.
“Neal, Neal,” you whispered.
He stopped, looking at you with soft eyes and a furrowed brow, “Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?”
“You’re perfect, I just want you to kiss me again,” you smiled.
“Oh, well, that I can do,” he smirked, bringing his lips back to yours.
One of your hands was buried in his hair and the other roamed his back. He kissed you frantically as his hands explored your body.
“Neal, you won’t believe what Freddy did!” Mozzie entered the room like a whirlwind totally oblivious to you and Neal making out like teenagers.
You squealed and Neal shielded you as you buttoned your shirt.
“Moz, don’t you knock?!” Neal exclaimed as Mozzie helped himself to his wine stash.
“I’ve never needed to before.”
“You’ve always needed to, you just didn’t.”
“Who’s with you?”
You moved so Mozzie could see you and waved, “Hi Mozzie.”
Mozzie nodded and looked somewhat impressed, “Junior Suit, nice to see you again.”
“You too. Do you call me Junior Suit because I’m under Peter?”
“Don’t, don’t say under Peter,” Neal shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
You laughed and kissed his cheek, “You guys have stuff to discuss so I’ll be on my way.”
Neal walked you to the door and gave you a soft kiss goodnight and said he’d see you tomorrow.
“Mozzie, we’re still on for Thursday, right?” You asked.
Neal’s mouth fell open as he looked between you and Mozzie.
“Indeed, Junior Suit!”
The last thing you heard as you were turning to leave was Mozzie exclaim, “What?! Junior Suit, Mrs. Suit, June and I have a lunch club in the park!” And Neal saying “Unbelievable!”
Summary - You go on a first date with Neal but crime never takes a day off.
Word Count - 2,521
Warnings - Probably a wildly inaccurate FBI HR fraternization policy, Swearing, Making out
Disclaimer-I don't own Neal Caffrey or White Collar, I just write for fun.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
A/N - Sequel to The Swing of Things
@pepper-flower: It's finally here! :-)
A cup of coffee suddenly appeared in front of you, breaking your concentration on the paperwork for a recent operation. You looked up to see Neal grinning at you.
“I’m really looking forward to tonight,” he whispered and took a sip of his own coffee.
“Me too,” you smiled, lips hovering near the lid of your cup.
It had been two weeks since Neal asked you out after the swinger club bust. Work kept getting in the way and your date had to be rescheduled multiple times. Fate was seemingly smiling down on the two of you because it was 4:00pm and Peter hadn’t summoned the team to the conference room. You crossed your fingers your luck would hold.
You and Neal stood in front of a large abstract art piece. It was oddly soothing with its blue, white, and gray streaks and swirls. You were wondering what it represented to the artist when you heard Neal whisper, “It can’t be.” You turned to ask him what he was talking about but he was making his way across the room. He stopped in front of a medium sized portrait of a woman laying on a bed, her naked body covered by a strategically placed sheet. Neal was studying every inch of the painting when you reached him. He stepped closer beside you and put his arm around your waist.
“This painting’s a forgery,” he said in a hushed voice.
“What? No, you’ve got to be kidding. Please say you’re kidding,” you whispered.
“I’m not. Not only was this painting presumed destroyed years ago but the brush strokes on the vase are wrong,” he brought you closer to the painting. “The brush strokes in the painting are meticulous but the ones just here, near the flower on the vase look rushed,” he pointed to the general area of the vase on the dresser in the painting.
“Okay, let’s just try to act natural and finish looking at the exhibit. We’ll figure out what to do about this later,” you sighed.
“This is not what I was hoping would happen on our first date,” Neal chuckled and rubbed your upper back in apology.
“What were you hoping would happen?” you smirked.
“Enjoying this exhibit, which I am. Having a nice dinner, some flirting, and maybe a kiss,” he answered with a dazzling smile.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about the nice dinner after we’re done here,” you smiled.
You sat across from Neal in a lovely Italian restaurant and all you could think about was how to tell Peter what you and Neal discovered.
“And then I shot him,” Neal said nonchalantly, adjusting the napkin in his lap.
“What?!” you exclaimed, your gaze snapping to his.
“So you are with me?” he smirked.
“I’m sorry, I just keep wondering what we’re going to tell Peter tomorrow. We’ll have to tell him we were on a date and I have no idea how he’s going to react,” you took a sip of your wine.
“He might be a little surprised but I think he’ll be fine. He might blame me for steering you to the dark side though,” he winked.
“He’s definitely going to blame you,” you chuckled.
“Can we have a normal dinner now?” he asked as he covered his hand with yours.
“Yes. I’m sorry,” a mischievous grin lit up your face. “I know! Let’s play the question game!”
Neal smiled and shifted in his seat, “I don’t know.”
“Oh come on! I won’t ask you anything that will make you incriminate yourself,” you promised.
“Okay, fine but I get to ask the first question,” he chuckled.
“Okay, shoot.”
Neal took a sip of wine and looked at you seriously. “What is a food that you hate?”
Without missing a beat you replied, “Eggs, I can’t stand them.”
His mouth dropped open in surprise, "How can you hate eggs?! They’re in almost everything!”
“If it’s a base ingredient in something that’s baked, I’m fine. But you’re never going to see me straight up eat an egg or something where egg is a prominent ingredient. My turn. Who was your first non-celebrity crush as a kid?”
“Brittany Nicole. She wouldn’t give me the time of day because I had a gap in my front teeth,” he wistfully smiled.
“No offense but Brittany Nicole sounds like an asshole,” you laughed. “I bet you were adorable! I’m biased though, one of my best friends in second grade had a gap in his teeth and I thought he was cute.”
“Did you have a crush on him?” Neal gave you a knowing look.
“Is that your second question or just a follow up?” you pushed your plate a little away from you.
“Just a follow up.”
“No. I was 7, I thought he was cute the way a puppy is cute,” you laughed.
The rest of your date flew by thanks to a couple rounds of the question game and you ended the night with gelato on the walk back to your apartment.
“Well, this is me,” you said, gesturing to the door of your building.
“I had a great time. Can we go out again?” Neal smiled and moved closer to you.
“I’d like that,” you whispered and shifted your weight to the outside of one of your feet.
He glanced down at your lips, “Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” you teased.
Neal looked deep into your eyes as his hands cupped your face. He softly brushed his lips against yours, then pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, firm kiss. He pecked your lips once before he pulled back. You opened your eyes, dazed from the sweet gesture.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you cleared your throat as you unlocked the door.
“See you tomorrow,” he smiled with a quick little wave, you shyly waved back and shut the door. Neal waited until you were inside before making his way home.
The next morning you reached your desk and smiled at the to go cup of coffee sitting on your desk. You took a sip and walked over to Neal’s desk.
“Thank you for the coffee,” you smiled.
“You’re welcome. Should we get this over with and tell Peter?”
You took a deep breath, “No time like the present I guess.”
Peter looked from you to Neal and back again then rubbed his temples.
“Let me get this straight. You two were on a date, went to a gallery and you-“ he pointed at Neal “discovered one of the paintings was a fake,” he sighed.
“That about sums it up,” Neal grinned.
“No, no. You don’t get to look smug,” Peter groused. “You know you have to disclose your relationship to the Bureau,” he looked at you.
“This is us disclosing. I wasn’t going to bother with it if it was just one date but it looks like it’s going to be more than that because he’s not terrible company,” you smiled.
“Gee, thanks!” Neal laughed. “Peter, you should be happy, I bought us a case!”
“We’ll present the case to the team tomorrow, now get out of my office and go file your disclosure with HR,” Peter waved you and Neal out of his office.
“That went better than I thought it would,” you said as you walked down the stairs from Peter’s office.
“I told you it’d be alright,” Neal smiled. “Why don’t we fill out our disclosure paperwork during lunch?”
“Sounds good. You grab lunch and I’ll grab the forms and we’ll meet in the park?”
The rest of the day passed quickly after your lunch with Neal. You spent the afternoon with Peter and Neal putting the case file together for the presentation to the team. On your way out you knocked on Peter’s door.
“Y/N, what can I do for you?” he motioned for you to have a seat.
“Neal and I were talking and we were wondering if we could keep our being on a date out of the presentation tomorrow. It’s new and we don’t want to make things awkward,” you said nervously.
“Of course! As long as you act professionally during work hours there’s no need for your budding relationship to be discussed.”
“Thanks, boss,” you joked with a smile.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he laughed.
You chuckled, “Well, this should make up for it. Neal doesn’t know what I’m going to say if the team asks why we were at the gallery together. I’m planning on saying he badgered me until I caved just to see the look on his face.”
“You’re right, that does make me feel better!” Peter grinned.
“Night, Peter!”
“Night, Y/N”.
The next morning Peter summoned the team to the conference room and began briefing them on the case.
“Lorraine in the Morning by Jonathan Marsh is a suspected forgery in the Coleman Gallery,” Peter gestured to the image on the conference room screen.
“Suspected by whom?” Jones asked.
“By me!” Neal grinned.
“Wait, how were you allowed in an art gallery?” Diana asked, an eyebrow raised.
“I was in the company of an FBI agent. Agent Y/LN if I’m being exact,” he answered, the grin never leaving his face.
You were going to kill the little shit for trying to embarrass and fluster you.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop talking about it so I took him just to shut him up,” you answered nonchalantly.
Neal’s jaw dropped in faux offense.
“Right,” Diana answered, not quite convinced.
“What makes you think this is a forgery?” Jones asked.
“The brushwork on a small section of the vase is all wrong. It seems rushed and Marsh was known for his precise, controlled brushwork. And this painting was presumed destroyed years ago,” Neal answered.
“Creating the perfect market for collectors,” Peter interjected. “Any ideas on how we prove it?” he asked the group.
“What if I pose as an expert forger and fence?”
“You are an expert forger,” Peter pointed out.
Neal rolled his eyes and continued, “The gallery owner and authenticator have to be working with a forger. If we can round them all up by getting to admit how they forged the piece while committing another crime on tape, that’s a win.”
“Neal, put some feelers out to see if you can get a line on who the forger is. Y/LN, see if you can find out anything about the authenticator. The rest of you look into the gallery owner. I want financials and anything that may show they’ve done this before,” Peter instructed and the team filed out of the conference room.
The op to bust the forgery ring at the Coleman Gallery took 3 weeks. Peter posed as a hot shot financier looking to show off to new colleagues with a pricey piece of art. The authenticator, gallery owner, and forger were arrested and turned on each other during their interrogations. To celebrate Neal invited you to his place for dinner and a movie.
You were engrossed in the quirky indie film when you felt the feather light brush of Neal’s lips on your neck. You closed your eyes and swallowed hard.
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” you teased.
“I’d rather pay attention to you.”
Neal kissed under your ear and you sighed, “We can always finish it another time.”
“Mmhm,” he kissed along your jaw and pressed his lips to yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he shifted so you were laying on your back. He deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing yours. Your fingers ran through his hair and he moaned into your mouth. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck. His soft hair tickled your cheek and jaw sending shivers up your spine. You whined and felt him smirk against your neck. He unbuttoned the first button of your shirt and kissed the hollow of your throat.
“Is this okay?” he asked, stroking the base of your throat.
“Yes,” you breathed.
He nodded against you and unbuttoned another button. You pulled at his shirt near the waistband of his pants and ran your hands up and down the soft skin of his back. He shuddered and groaned, kissing the tops of your breasts.
“Neal, Neal,” you whispered.
He stopped, looking at you with soft eyes and a furrowed brow, “Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?”
“You’re perfect, I just want you to kiss me again,” you smiled.
“Oh, well, that I can do,” he smirked, bringing his lips back to yours.
One of your hands was buried in his hair and the other roamed his back. He kissed you frantically as his hands explored your body.
“Neal, you won’t believe what Freddy did!” Mozzie entered the room like a whirlwind totally oblivious to you and Neal making out like teenagers.
You squealed and Neal shielded you as you buttoned your shirt.
“Moz, don’t you knock?!” Neal exclaimed as Mozzie helped himself to his wine stash.
“I’ve never needed to before.”
“You’ve always needed to, you just didn’t.”
“Who’s with you?”
You moved so Mozzie could see you and waved, “Hi Mozzie.”
Mozzie nodded and looked somewhat impressed, “Junior Suit, nice to see you again.”
“You too. Do you call me Junior Suit because I’m under Peter?”
“Don’t, don’t say under Peter,” Neal shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
You laughed and kissed his cheek, “You guys have stuff to discuss so I’ll be on my way.”
Neal walked you to the door and gave you a soft kiss goodnight and said he’d see you tomorrow.
“Mozzie, we’re still on for Thursday, right?” You asked.
Neal’s mouth fell open as he looked between you and Mozzie.
“Indeed, Junior Suit!”
The last thing you heard as you were turning to leave was Mozzie exclaim, “What?! Junior Suit, Mrs. Suit, June and I have a lunch club in the park!” And Neal saying “Unbelievable!”
Summary - The team meets for an early breakfast and they are not happy.
Word Count - 554
Warnings - Swearing
A/N: Thanks to @widdershinny for the excellent prompt of The Avengers having a big breakfast!
“Mornin’ everyone!” Steve greeted his fellow Avengers as he strolled into the kitchen, way too chipper for the ungodly hour. The team replied with a grumble here, a half-hearted wave there, and he could have sworn a raised middle finger.
“Rogers, what the hell is so important you insisted on breakfast at stupid o’ clock?” Nat asked as she spread cream cheese on a bagel.
Steve grabbed a plate and looked over the impressive spread on the kitchen island.
“It’s 7:00am, Nat.” He loaded his plate with eggs, bacon, and mini muffins.
“It’s god damn Saturday!” Bucky groused.
“So, I’ve been up since 5:00.” Steve smirked.
“That’s because you’re a lunatic,” Bucky retorted. You winked at him and shot him a finger gun. He nodded in return.
“Okay, okay. We’re doing team building today!” Steve said like an over excited child practically bouncing in his seat.
More grumbles, groans, and you gotta be kidding me’s echoed around the kitchen. Sam threw a grape at Steve’s head and exclaimed “Come on, man!”
“It’s gonna be fun!” Steve defended himself.
“Yeah, in the ways colonoscopies are fun.” Tony snorted.
“I’m going to beat you to death with your own shoe, Steven!” You threatened.
“C’mon, Y/N. It’s gonna be great. We’re gonna play games, solve puzzles, and get to know each other better,” Steve replied with a goofy grin and a light poke in your side.
You side eyed him and speared some hash browns with your fork. “We know each other plenty,” You sassed, and stuffed some hash browns into your mouth.
Clint swiped a piece of bacon from Natasha’s plate while making his way to the coffee pot for yet another refill. “Couldn’t we have done this at a normal hour, like, I don’t know lunch time?!” She swatted his hand away with a playful glare.
“To be fair, you usually have lunch at 4:00 when left to your own devices.” You laughed. Clint stuck his tongue out at you in response.
“Excuse me for wanting us to have breakfast as a family for once!” Steve whined.
“Did this bitch just try and guilt trip us like someone’s mom?!” You cackled.
Sam nodded, “Yep, he just went total mom friend on us. Again.”
“Alright, alright,” Tony said, stretching, “Let’s get this over with. Drinks are on me afterwards.”
“Okay, everyone. Outside! The first game is leading your partner around an obstacle course blindfolded.” Steve announced with a grin.
“I hope you have the med bay on standby. I have a feeling this is going to be a disaster.” You said as you made your way out of the kitchen.”
“Why do I feel like that was aimed at me?” Clint asked over his shoulder.
You smiled. “Because it was. Nice pun, by the way. Aimed. Get it? Because you use a bow and arrow.”
Clint waited for you to catch up with him, put you in a headlock and have you a noogie. “You’re such a dork!” He laughed.
As Steve trailed behind he smiled, thankful for his rag-tag group of friends. He was pulled from his sentimental reverie when a plastic pink ball smacked him in the middle of his forehead.
“Head’s up!" Bucky yelled.
“God dammit, Buck!” Steve yelled and took off in a sprint after his best friend.
I love the idea of Steve being an overly enthusiastic morning person set on team building exercises! And the way the rest of the team grouses, but goes along with it 💛
My favorite line is “I hope you have the med bay on standby.” I laughed out loud at that! I also loved interaction following that line, with the pun and the noogie. Such lovable dorks!
Oh my goodness, I’m so glad you enjoyed this! It was a lot of fun to write them being just normal people goofing around and grousing at Steve’s enthusiasm haha. And once again your tags are giving me life!
Disclaimer- I don’t own Leonard McCoy or Star Trek, I just write for fun.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
A/N: We’ve come to end of this mini series. Thanks so much for reading it, it was a lot of fun to write.
Part I Part II Part III
“‘Lo,” you mumbled, flopping over in bed.
“Hello, Lieutenant,” Leonard answered, vaguely amused.
“Leonard, hi!” You sat up and leaned against the headboard. Your voice sounded shrill to you and your heart was pounding. You felt like you were yelling. Were you yelling?
“I’m doing as you asked. I remember everything we said last night and I would still very much like to take you out on a date.”
“Oh,” you breathed, smiling like an idiot.
“Well, don’t leave me in suspense, Lieutenant.” You could tell he was smiling, the smug cute-ass bastard.
Ahh! This is just as cute as ever! I can’t even pick out a favorite part of this
The beginning convo where there teasing each other- “you haven’t asked me a question yet, Dr. McCoy” that was so cheeky and cute and perfect!
the “can i kiss you?” part! it’s such a great moment, the breathlessness.. the intimacy.. the ‘swoon’-iness of it all (fdjskfj i couldn’t think of another word sorry)
bones being so cute and sensitive afterwards with the robe and the room service 🥰 so sweet ❤️
i’m also really happy that jim made a reappearance! it’s a nice close to the arc and with mccoy’s last comment bringing back the trouble comment from part 2 it really felt like a nice close ❤️💜
i’m both happy to read the ending and sad that it’s over, thanks for sharing this!
Oh. My. God. You’re so awesome! Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed this little mini series! I hereby declare swooniness to be a word! I look forward to your awesome and hilarious tags if you read my other stuff.
